Lyrics The Joint Is Jumping - Bill Wyman's Rhythm Kings

The Joint Is Jumping

They have a new expression along old Harlem way
That tells you when a party is ten times more than gay
To say that things are jumpin' leaves not a single doubt
That everthing is in full swing when you hear someone shout
Here 'tis
The joint is jumpin'
It’s really jumpin'
Come in, cats, and check your hats
I mean this joint is jumpin'
The piano’s thumpin'
The dancers are bumpin'
This here spot is more than hot
In fact, the joint is jumpin'
Check your weapons at the door
Be sure to pay your quarter
Burn your leather on the floor
Grab anybody’s daughter
The roof is rockin'
The neighbors knockin'
We’re all bums when the wagon comes
I mean, this joint is jumpin'
Let it be!
Yas!
Burn this joint, boy, yas!
Oh, my, yas!
Don’t you hit that chick, that’s my broad
Where’d you get that stuff at?
Why, I’ll knock you to your knees, what?
Put this cat out of here, what?
Get rid of that pistol, get rid of that pistol
Yeah, get rid of it, yas, yeah
That’s what I’m talkin' about, ha, ha
Now it’s really ready
No, baby, not now, I can’t come over there right now
Yeah, let’s do it!
The joint is jumpin'
It’s really jumpin'
Every Mose is on his toes
I mean this joint is jumpin'
Uh, oh, no time for talkin'
This place is walkin', yes
Get your jug and cut the rug
I think the joint is jumpin'
Listen
Get your pig feet, bread and gin
There’s plenty in the kitchen
Who is that that just came in?
Just look at the way he’s switchin'
Aw, mercy, don’t mind the hour
I’m in power, I’ve got bail if we go to jail
I mean this joint is jumpin'
Don’t give your right name, no, no, no, no